177. The road is narrow

A person who knows what he is living for can endure any kind of life.

This phrase was said by Nietzsche, and Nixon liked it the most. He doesn't read any books, and he thinks that whenever you read a book and see a certain passage that you will never forget, then you must have experienced or happened to go through a certain stage. And this sentence will last a lifetime for me.

Nixon felt that he was also a philosopher.

The word killer should have been given to Nixon by many employers, and he himself never considered himself a 'killer'. After all, for Nixon, taking human lives was no different from taking the lives of animals, and the result was the same – just for life. And killing is an art, the supreme art. Moreover, Nixon had his own principle of not killing innocent people. And for that kind of person who loves to kill, once Nixon meets him, he will also get rid of the other party, because he disdains.

You can work for pay, but you can't kill for your liking, that's what Nixon was all about.

After checking the security outside the Universal Company, Nixon drove leisurely to the Chinese community, and it was already half past eight in the evening. When he came out at night, he didn't even explain to the little white-faced Adam, he still had doubts about Volks' decision, I am a killer, you sent me to protect people? Actually, let me guard against Mo Lei.

What are they doing, I'm going to give him a gift?

He parked the Ford explorer in the parking lot at the entrance of the Chinese community, got out of the car and locked the door, greeted the oncoming people politely, and walked towards the gate of the community.

Everything starts here, and if you come here to trace the origins, there may be surprises.

Nixon enjoyed the somewhat cool night breeze and the smell of fireworks in the wind. It was a real taste of the market, and Nixon loved it.

……

Gao Bing was still watching.

Along the hillside to the right of the river, there is a road that runs down the valley. Originally, there was also a railway, which was in the same direction as the road and the mountain trail, which was formed by the river washing away the rocks on the bank. Gao Bing knew that this was not a good thing from a strict tactical point of view, and there were too many disadvantages in low-lying areas, at least it would be visible from a very high place. If there are snipers in the high places, then it may not help how many people come below.

In the telescope, the car was parked in the plaza downstairs from Universal. Gao Bing is very familiar with this car, it has been modified by the very famous armored transport factory, and the company's after-sales service is very good, it will inspect the company's modified vehicles from time to time, and the window glass will be replaced twice a year, because the sunlight will change the crystal structure of bulletproof glass made of polycarbonate, and it will become faster near the equator and at higher altitudes. The glass can block 7.62mm machine gun bullets, and the Kevlar synthetic fibers around the doors and engine can block larger bullets under certain conditions.

Gao Bing's heart was trembling, and he tried his best to restrain himself.

Could this be the main owner in Mo Lei's mouth? Vaux?

At about 5:10 a.m., Gao Bing saw a black man in a suit come out of the building. The Negro stood on the steps for a long time, looking around, looking in his direction for the longest time. The bodyguards on the periphery were indifferent to the presence of the blacks, and then the blacks walked around, walked around to the location of each bodyguard, did not speak or stop, and then walked towards the hillside.

This is a difficult opponent to deal with.

Gao Bing quickly retreated, picked up the broken blades of grass and branches where he passed, and walked around the slope in another direction. It took him more than an hour to see through the perimeter security of the entire Universal Company – a very counterintuitive look. This is not the security configuration that a normal real estate company should have.

In addition to the bodyguards in the Universal building, there were five teams of two people each, two of which were armed with German-made MG3 squad machine guns, which are also used by the Colombian army, as the army is equipped with G3 assault rifles, also made in Germany, and use 7.62mm rounds.

The MG3 machine gun is derived from the MG-42, which was famous in World War II, and it can fire 1,200 rounds per minute with a rate of fire of 20 rounds per second. The distance between the two machine guns is about 30 meters, and the area covered is almost the two roads where the Universal Building enters and exits. They added a conical fire cover to each of their muzzles, but many laymen did not understand their function, thinking that they were to avoid the flames caused by the night. In fact, its real purpose is to protect the gunner's eyes from the flashes of light, so that they will not be blinded by the flashes of their own fire. It's practically impossible to keep others out of sight.

When the black man reappeared on camera, it was already 7 p.m. Gao Bing's location was a dense evergreen tree, and he was lying on a thick branch, camouflaged with green branches and leaves all over his body, carefully observing the company's every move. He saw that the black man was like a moving stake in the bright light, every movement of his body had a rhythm like flowing water, and the span of each step seemed to be measured with precision.

This is a difficult opponent to deal with.

With such a person here, Gao Bing is even more sure that there are big people in this building.

At about 7:20 a.m., the black man got into a Ford SUV and drove straight out the front door, and two security guards armed with MG3s at the door removed the barricade, and the car drove past the barricade without even opening the window.

Gao Bing continued to observe for a while, took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Mo Lei, but there was no signal at all. He thought that Mo Lei would meet with him before proceeding anyway, so he put away his mobile phone and changed an observation point again.

……

Mo Lei walked along the ramp towards the center of the square, he refused Wang Yuwei's offer, and Wang Yuwei called Ning Boyuan over at dinner. Wang Yuwei's purpose for doing this Mo Lei understood in his heart that he wanted Mo Lei to see the current situation of Ning Boyuan, who had lost his child. Mo Lei also hinted at Wang Yuwei, in fact, even if he didn't let Ning Bo come far away, or didn't mention those missing children, sick old people, and polluted water plants, he would not give up and would continue, no need to say more and no explanation.

Habitually walking in the shadow of the street lamp, Mo Lei tightened his coat. The whirlwind swirled over the Chinese community, whimpering and rolling up fallen leaves on the ground, and the wind in the valley at night was particularly biting, and the warmth brought by the scorching midday sun had already been taken away after it had set, leaving no trace of residual warmth.

When passing through the center of the square, Mo Lei saw that on the road on the left, groups of young people gathered, some playing guitars, some dancing, and some sitting on benches with the remaining half bottle of beer in their hands. Several men and women who looked like parents walked together, and in front of them ran three 4- and 5-year-old children with balloons in their hands, jumping forward happily.

On the right side of the square, Wang Yuwei's father is sitting in a circle with more than a dozen young boys and girls, and the old man is holding an old-fashioned tape recorder in his hand, and the sound in the tape recorder is not loud, but Mo Lei can still clearly hear the peaceful and neutral voice, speaking in Chinese:

“…… For the sake of goodness and desire to exalt others, to be kind and want to be famous, to cultivate and want to shock the world, and to plant festivals and want to mark strange opinions, these are all good ......thoughts. ”

A smile appeared at the corner of Mo Lei's mouth.

But the smile instantly froze on his face.

He saw a black man with elegant manners, about 180 centimeters tall, with a thin body and a straight back. The black man had short hair and wore a dark suit with cufflinks glittering in the light. His shirt was light-colored, and although he didn't wear a tie, it was buttoned to the last button at the bottom of his neck. Each of his steps seems very leisurely, but the span is as precise as if it has been measured.

Port Outland, the man who called himself Nixon. A killer who can't figure out what the road is, the guy who is familiar with Chinese, and was injured in the left leg by a coyote after sneaking up on Zhou Rui.

Facing this person, Mo Lei didn't know how sure he was in one-on-one.

But you have to give it a try, it's impossible to be afraid. This guy said that he was one of Vaux's hired killers, so what was the purpose of his coming to the Chinese community tonight?

Mo Lei continued to walk straight ahead, but his left hand had already wrapped around his waist and touched the handle of the gun. The scalpel between the wrist of his right hand also jumped out and grabbed it in the palm of his hand. For this kind of person, it is best to kill with one blow, even if he does not die, he must let the other party have no chance to fight back. But you can't kill in the square, you can't kill in front of children.

There are several stairs at the exit of the square, and like all squares in the country, there are two small pools on the left and right sides of the stairs, and there are goldfish in them. Mo Lei walked to the side of the steps, suddenly turned his heart sideways, handed the scalpel to his left hand, and walked straight towards Nixon. He saw that Nixon had approached the old man with the tape recorder in his hand, and was laughing and talking to the old man.

"Old man, is this the self-cultivation chapter of "Caigen Tan"?"

"Yo ho, you know that too?" Teacher Wang looked up in surprise, and when he saw that it was a black man, he looked even more surprised. Bright lights shone on his lenses, and the old man quickly took off his glasses and greeted Nixon warmly.

"I know some and I know some, wow, this book, every time I read it, I feel different, and every year I re-read it, it feels different, and many words are worth pondering and playing." Nixon thanked the old man for his kindness, and still stood upright, nodding to the children sitting around the old man.

"A good book is a good book, but some words are very escaping, such as 'you don't have to ask for merit in life, no fault is meritorious' and other ......."

A voice rang out abruptly, and everyone turned their heads away. Nixon was the only one, who turned his back without surprise and looked at the gray-haired man in front of him with a smile.

"Hello Nixon."

Nixon's eyes flickered, but his body remained motionless, looking condescendingly at the man who was shorter than himself, the smile on his face was warm and calm, but the wings of his nose twitched imperceptibly.

Of course, Mr. Wang knew Mo Lei, but how could he show that he knew him? Instead, he smiled very enthusiastically at the two young men who were staring at each other, "I can't imagine that both of you know so much about Chinese culture, do you want to sit down and discuss it together?" ”

"No, old man. I had something to do with Mr. Nixon. Mo Lei bent over Mr. Wang's position, just staring at Nixon's movements.

Nixon also turned sideways, owed to Mr. Wang, and his eyes were also fixed on Mo Lei, and suddenly he grinned, and his white teeth shone brightly.

"Indeed, old gentleman, I have something to talk about with this gentleman." There was a flash of joy in Nixon's expression, like the joy of a hunter who has been hunting for a long time seeing his prey.

"Let's go, let's talk somewhere else?"

Mo Lei turned sideways and made an inviting gesture to Nixon.

"Let's go side by side." The smile on Nixon's face grew.

Looking at the backs of the two walking towards the door, the old man's face changed, and he motioned for one of the young men who looked a little mature to hold his tape recorder, walked to the side, and began to make calls.

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